At 7pm last night, I felt very unlucky.
After a brutal, tearful three-hour drive to Pennsylvania, I arrived at the hospital an hour after my 80 year-old grandmother passed away.
But almost 24 hours later, and after a lot of thinking, I feel lucky.
Lucky to be a part of her family. Lucky that we're all so close. Lucky to have been taught about love from someone who was happily married for 60 years. And lucky that the list of things to feel lucky about with regards to being my grandmother's granddaughter is far too long to have been made on a three-hour drive back home this morning.
The above photo was taken four months ago. The only person who couldn't resist my 5yo's pleas to jump through the sprinkler was my grandma. While the rest of us whined about not wanting to spend the rest of the day sitting around in wet clothes with bedraggled hair, my grandmother jumped right in and made Alexander's day.
That's the kind of person she was.
I will miss her.